Ravien was still asleep on the couch.
His head had fallen back, crimson hair draping over the edge of the seat, with the tips barely brushing the floor.
His face was calm; yet under the shadows, the circles beneath his eyes still held the weight of exhaustion.
From the massive window of the study, a stream of light poured in—where orange and green clashed without blending.
In the sky, the first moon had appeared between the clouds—the green moon.
When it collided with the light of the two suns, the sky turned into a stunning contrast.
This celestial phenomenon began every day at the first appearance of the green moon and lasted until the second, the white moon, rose.
But the light was always at its sharpest during the first moments the green moon emerged.
Rather than blending together, the colors intensified one another, and the light, refracted through the windowpanes, fell directly onto Ravien.
One side of his face was bathed in pale orange; the other, in a muted green.
